The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain does not fall so much as it is pressed into the pavement by the weight of your own breathing, a heavy, rhythmic exhalation that smells of wet wool and the metallic tang of old blood, and you are standing in the center of the precinct’s main office, not as a man but as a vessel, a hollowed-out cathedral of bone and duty where the only light comes from the flickering neon sign of the...

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